Chapter XXVII: Part TWO

Bey of Napels ’luminated by Bendola Lites. The lava gushes down.
Through the smoke is seen the city in a state of conflagration. The
last family! “_Whar is our parents?_” A red hot stone of eleving
tuns weight falls onto ’em. The bearheaded father falls scentless
before the statoo of the Virgin! _Denumong!!_

The hole to conclude with a
GRAND SHAKSPEARING PYROLIGNEOUS DISPLAY OF
FIREWURX!!

Maroon Bulbs, changing to a spiral weel, witch changes to the Star
of our Union: after, to butiful p’ints of red lites; to finish with
busting into a Brilliant Perspiration!

During the performance a No. of Popular Airs will be performed on
the Scotch Fiddle and Bag-pipes, by a real Highlander.

Real Highlander Mr. Mullet.

Any boy making a muss, will be injected to once’t.

As the Museum is Temperance, no drinkin’ aloud, but anyone will
find the best of lickers in the Sloon below.

Could I have witnessed such an entertainment as this, together with the woolly horse, my chapter on New York would have been swelled both in size and importance.